drink your water. there will be people
hoarding it later
and it’s nice to have it
while you have it.
how sick will we get
when the pipes begin to sputter?
it has already begun
in the richest of places.
careful which way your doorway faces the people up top might begin to mutter.
Well, it looks like I've majorly lapsed on the poem-a-day habit. Not to worry. I'm taking a short break to finish the Balkey story line....
“What,” the young, scarred and scabbed Scib said, “did Mr. Pin calm him – Bixson-” And Balkey closed the gap as soon as the word left the...
Tell him Coral has finally gone sour and the Pin is as crooked as we all thought,” fryed Balkey and eyed the straight and tall, the...